So a friend of mine showed me this awesome set of youtube vids. I love this and it's kick ass and hilarious and I want to do it too!!!!
Check out her other vids.. but I think this one is a fav :D
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Sunday, 29 May 2011
Music Over The Last 6 Years
My music tastes have come and gone. Changed and grown. I've grown to love many genres and many talented artists. Local and international.
But 6ish years ago I was introduced to a certain Australian talent. And ever since I've been a huuuuuge fan.
It's his birthday today and it only seems fitting that I post one of my favorite song by him. It's from his latest album, which I don't think is my favorite but definitely amazing. I love how his style is ever changing yet stays the same in terms of message. Happy Birthday Xavier Rudd!!
But 6ish years ago I was introduced to a certain Australian talent. And ever since I've been a huuuuuge fan.
It's his birthday today and it only seems fitting that I post one of my favorite song by him. It's from his latest album, which I don't think is my favorite but definitely amazing. I love how his style is ever changing yet stays the same in terms of message. Happy Birthday Xavier Rudd!!
I'm sorta on a fence.
I love rain, the sound it makes, the gloomy romantic side of it. How peaceful nature seems in it.
However, I want to make my garden already!! And plant my veggies and flowers so that they will grow and in acouple months I don't have to walk to the market, I can just walk to my backyardish area!!
But right now I'll sit and listen to the rain in bed.
Read a book or continue watching Carnivale. It's actually a pretty neat show so far.
Oh sundays. Why does tomorrow have to be monday??!!
I love rain, the sound it makes, the gloomy romantic side of it. How peaceful nature seems in it.
However, I want to make my garden already!! And plant my veggies and flowers so that they will grow and in acouple months I don't have to walk to the market, I can just walk to my backyardish area!!
But right now I'll sit and listen to the rain in bed.
Read a book or continue watching Carnivale. It's actually a pretty neat show so far.
Oh sundays. Why does tomorrow have to be monday??!!
Friday, 27 May 2011
Thursday, 26 May 2011
Give Me A HELL YA!!
So I used to write in a journal since I was a weeee lil' one. Things about the mindless things I did that day, the mindless elementary fights I got in at school, who I was crushin' on and thought was sooooooo hot. Which one of my friends was my best friend of the week and of course alot about why I dislike my parents enough to want to run away from home. Ah to be young and think your world then had so many problems. I also used to write about other things in life in it.
One day, I finally did move out and run away from home. At the time I was living with my father. Most days ran like this: school, lunch being taken over by Spirit Minister duties, afterschool sport(either basketball or soccer), walk 45 minutes to work or bus if I was fortunate enough to work at 4:30 and not 4, and work till 8. Some nights, like Fridays, I would work till 12. If I didn't have sports or work, I had homework. Ok honestly.. I never really did my homework when I was 17.
To make a long story short, I decided one morning to not do dishes and do my laundry out of the fact that I got home late after a looong day of being a teenager. It happened to be a particular Friday where I had worked till 12 and got home around 12:30. And then I had to work the next day I think around mid-afternoon. My Dad worked nights and came home around 7am. Now, being the considerate daughter I thought I was, I didn't want to wake up early and make noise by running the laundry machine and doing dishes and waking my dad up or keep him from falling asleep if he hadn't already. I thought it was nice. So I got up and got ready for work. After work I figured I would come home and do the dishes then. And then my laundry sunday. I thought it was ok.
Oh man my father did not. Apparently it's not ok for a teenager who barely has no time on her hands to not follow through on her chores. Now me and my dad had been butting heads for a bit. But I did not expect him to go apeshit on me for sparing him some noise so he could sleep. He even had the nerve to tell me that all he does is work very hard and I do nothing so I should have been able to do the dishes and my laundry. Nothing. A teenager who has a job 20 hours a week plus school, plus school leader responsibilities plus fundraising for various causes my school did, plus sports 3 nights a week. Yup, I do nothing alright.
So, not only did he ground me, but he also demanded I do the dishes and my laundry right away. At 8 at night. On a Saturday. Me being a typical 17 year old teenager thought this was absurd. It was absurd. I took a stand right then and there and told him exactly what I do all week. Yes, I don't contribute to bills, and yes Father you do work very hard at YOUR job to put a roof over our heads, but don't ever tell me that I do NOTHING because to me school, sports, my Dominican fundraising, my spirit minister and my job are actually more like 5 jobs compared to his one job. And then I told him that I had plans that night after work to go out with my friends and I was going and I'd be home at 12. I got the ultimatum. You do dishes and laundry now and you don't go out or you leave and don't come back.
I left.
Typical 17 year old behavior I stubbornly said fine and I left. I had finally had it with my Fathers demands that really he should not have been putting on a 17 year old. If you think this was selfish... it probably was. However, you weren't the one coming home from being in school and sports and then work at 12 at night to a room with your pjs on the floor and your bed unmade with a note saying your room was a "fucking pigstye clean this mess up" all the time, or the yelling if I came home a little later from work and made noise and woke him up on the nights he didn't work nights.
So I left, saw my friends, got drunk and probably a little stoned and crashed at my buddy's place.
The next day is probably the longest walk I have ever had to do. I did not want to come home to the wrath that awaited me.. but I had to. And the second I walked through the door I had a bunch of suitcases thrown at me and I was told to take it all or it gets thrown out. And this is were the subject of the journals come into play.
I'm going to go offtopic a bit. I was dating this guy for 2 years. And I told him this story once. And he would throw at me, very meanly infact, that I would never have the guts to write again or keep a journal again due to the fact that I was scared that someone would find out my secrets. And I would be caught in my lies (imaginary but that's another story) because in my writing would be truth I didn't want anyone to find out. Because not writing or keeping a journal was safe for me. Because in my journal the other things I wrote about were things I didn't want out in the open. Come on at 17, who wants their innermost feelings to be put out their publicly. Mine more then most as well due to life altering events (again another story).
Ok back on topic! So I packed up what I could, I made a phone call to store all my stuff in a buddy's basement (who's father was a druggie alcoholic who ended up going through it all a few times probably to score something for cash) and out the door I went... leaving behind a box of artwork and my journals. To which my father found and decided to read through them, and so to speak "air my dirty laundry" to the world of the O.P.P. Which then upturned my life once again.
I haven't written anything journal like since.. but for the last time, the guy I had dated had told me once again that I would always have to be safe and hide behind my version of truths because he could never accept that my truths were infact TRUTH.
So to him.. I say fuck you. Here's to writing again. And after this looong winded novel of a blog post I just created, I'm going to say it took one asshole to make me stop, but it took another asshole to claim I could never be honest to create this blog,
and give him a big HELLL YA I'm not afraid because I have nothing to hide.
Phewwww. Ok.. onto some mindless stuff.... I do have many good memories of my father... he helped me become the wrestling fan I am today!!
To sum up... here's some Stone Cold Austin for ya!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpazQpIFoyQ
Latah Daze
One day, I finally did move out and run away from home. At the time I was living with my father. Most days ran like this: school, lunch being taken over by Spirit Minister duties, afterschool sport(either basketball or soccer), walk 45 minutes to work or bus if I was fortunate enough to work at 4:30 and not 4, and work till 8. Some nights, like Fridays, I would work till 12. If I didn't have sports or work, I had homework. Ok honestly.. I never really did my homework when I was 17.
To make a long story short, I decided one morning to not do dishes and do my laundry out of the fact that I got home late after a looong day of being a teenager. It happened to be a particular Friday where I had worked till 12 and got home around 12:30. And then I had to work the next day I think around mid-afternoon. My Dad worked nights and came home around 7am. Now, being the considerate daughter I thought I was, I didn't want to wake up early and make noise by running the laundry machine and doing dishes and waking my dad up or keep him from falling asleep if he hadn't already. I thought it was nice. So I got up and got ready for work. After work I figured I would come home and do the dishes then. And then my laundry sunday. I thought it was ok.
Oh man my father did not. Apparently it's not ok for a teenager who barely has no time on her hands to not follow through on her chores. Now me and my dad had been butting heads for a bit. But I did not expect him to go apeshit on me for sparing him some noise so he could sleep. He even had the nerve to tell me that all he does is work very hard and I do nothing so I should have been able to do the dishes and my laundry. Nothing. A teenager who has a job 20 hours a week plus school, plus school leader responsibilities plus fundraising for various causes my school did, plus sports 3 nights a week. Yup, I do nothing alright.
So, not only did he ground me, but he also demanded I do the dishes and my laundry right away. At 8 at night. On a Saturday. Me being a typical 17 year old teenager thought this was absurd. It was absurd. I took a stand right then and there and told him exactly what I do all week. Yes, I don't contribute to bills, and yes Father you do work very hard at YOUR job to put a roof over our heads, but don't ever tell me that I do NOTHING because to me school, sports, my Dominican fundraising, my spirit minister and my job are actually more like 5 jobs compared to his one job. And then I told him that I had plans that night after work to go out with my friends and I was going and I'd be home at 12. I got the ultimatum. You do dishes and laundry now and you don't go out or you leave and don't come back.
I left.
Typical 17 year old behavior I stubbornly said fine and I left. I had finally had it with my Fathers demands that really he should not have been putting on a 17 year old. If you think this was selfish... it probably was. However, you weren't the one coming home from being in school and sports and then work at 12 at night to a room with your pjs on the floor and your bed unmade with a note saying your room was a "fucking pigstye clean this mess up" all the time, or the yelling if I came home a little later from work and made noise and woke him up on the nights he didn't work nights.
So I left, saw my friends, got drunk and probably a little stoned and crashed at my buddy's place.
The next day is probably the longest walk I have ever had to do. I did not want to come home to the wrath that awaited me.. but I had to. And the second I walked through the door I had a bunch of suitcases thrown at me and I was told to take it all or it gets thrown out. And this is were the subject of the journals come into play.
I'm going to go offtopic a bit. I was dating this guy for 2 years. And I told him this story once. And he would throw at me, very meanly infact, that I would never have the guts to write again or keep a journal again due to the fact that I was scared that someone would find out my secrets. And I would be caught in my lies (imaginary but that's another story) because in my writing would be truth I didn't want anyone to find out. Because not writing or keeping a journal was safe for me. Because in my journal the other things I wrote about were things I didn't want out in the open. Come on at 17, who wants their innermost feelings to be put out their publicly. Mine more then most as well due to life altering events (again another story).
Ok back on topic! So I packed up what I could, I made a phone call to store all my stuff in a buddy's basement (who's father was a druggie alcoholic who ended up going through it all a few times probably to score something for cash) and out the door I went... leaving behind a box of artwork and my journals. To which my father found and decided to read through them, and so to speak "air my dirty laundry" to the world of the O.P.P. Which then upturned my life once again.
I haven't written anything journal like since.. but for the last time, the guy I had dated had told me once again that I would always have to be safe and hide behind my version of truths because he could never accept that my truths were infact TRUTH.
So to him.. I say fuck you. Here's to writing again. And after this looong winded novel of a blog post I just created, I'm going to say it took one asshole to make me stop, but it took another asshole to claim I could never be honest to create this blog,
and give him a big HELLL YA I'm not afraid because I have nothing to hide.
Phewwww. Ok.. onto some mindless stuff.... I do have many good memories of my father... he helped me become the wrestling fan I am today!!
To sum up... here's some Stone Cold Austin for ya!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpazQpIFoyQ
Latah Daze
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
So I've created a blog. This one.
And I thought about what I would call it. And after pondering it for a few days it popped into my head.
A Wrinkle.
When I was very young, probably around the age of 9, I think I began reading almost every child/youth book of fiction in my school's library. A few became favorites. Some I remember well, and others to which no matter how much I Google or search I can't find them due to not remembering their titles. It's funny that the ones I remember the most about, I can't for the life of me remember the titles. And having worked in a bookstore for 3 years, I still cannot find these books nor the authors who wrote them. But one will always be my absolute favorite. I fell in love with the children's novel "A Wrinkle In Time" by Madeleine L'Engle. On a side note, her other books in the series are very amazing as well. If you have only read this one, I highly suggest reading them all.
Now what does this have to do with my blog title you ask?? Well... in the book she describes a concept. A concept called Wrinkle. To make it very short, she writes about how Wrinkling is the 5th dimension. A way to travel through time and space in a mathematical shortcut. She puts it rather well when she describes it like this, " to put it into Euclid terms, or old fashioned plane geometry, a straight line is NOT the shortest distance between two points." It's kinda like a cross between Bill and Ted's phonebooth and Star Trek beam me up Scottie. A way to go through time and space and distance all in one.
Wrinkle. A way to read about my time and space and distance of this life.. I suppose if I could write it that way. I've always liked that word to describe my life. Time and space and distance.
Oh and I'm Thabto. An online name I've used since I became aware of the internet and back in the day and used IRC and chat sites and wanted a cool email that was not something like "littlesexy69" or "cutiepie01" or your other typical girlie online names that your friends had when they created an email account or wanted msn. Since I began using it, I've also carried it forward as my artist name or alias whenever I show art. The origin of Thabto though, I don't usually reveal. However, being an awesome source of knowledge, Google will probably do the work for you if you ever really decide to research it..and now as you read I bet you are!! HA! So I've been found out.....
A Wrinkle in Thabto... yup, sounds about right to me.
Enjoy my blubberings and whimsies and odds and ends and art and random thoughts and experiences and memories that I decide to share.
Latah Daze
And I thought about what I would call it. And after pondering it for a few days it popped into my head.
A Wrinkle.
When I was very young, probably around the age of 9, I think I began reading almost every child/youth book of fiction in my school's library. A few became favorites. Some I remember well, and others to which no matter how much I Google or search I can't find them due to not remembering their titles. It's funny that the ones I remember the most about, I can't for the life of me remember the titles. And having worked in a bookstore for 3 years, I still cannot find these books nor the authors who wrote them. But one will always be my absolute favorite. I fell in love with the children's novel "A Wrinkle In Time" by Madeleine L'Engle. On a side note, her other books in the series are very amazing as well. If you have only read this one, I highly suggest reading them all.
Now what does this have to do with my blog title you ask?? Well... in the book she describes a concept. A concept called Wrinkle. To make it very short, she writes about how Wrinkling is the 5th dimension. A way to travel through time and space in a mathematical shortcut. She puts it rather well when she describes it like this, " to put it into Euclid terms, or old fashioned plane geometry, a straight line is NOT the shortest distance between two points." It's kinda like a cross between Bill and Ted's phonebooth and Star Trek beam me up Scottie. A way to go through time and space and distance all in one.
Wrinkle. A way to read about my time and space and distance of this life.. I suppose if I could write it that way. I've always liked that word to describe my life. Time and space and distance.
Oh and I'm Thabto. An online name I've used since I became aware of the internet and back in the day and used IRC and chat sites and wanted a cool email that was not something like "littlesexy69" or "cutiepie01" or your other typical girlie online names that your friends had when they created an email account or wanted msn. Since I began using it, I've also carried it forward as my artist name or alias whenever I show art. The origin of Thabto though, I don't usually reveal. However, being an awesome source of knowledge, Google will probably do the work for you if you ever really decide to research it..and now as you read I bet you are!! HA! So I've been found out.....
A Wrinkle in Thabto... yup, sounds about right to me.
Enjoy my blubberings and whimsies and odds and ends and art and random thoughts and experiences and memories that I decide to share.
Latah Daze
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